Today I went out to take photos with

Today I went out to take photos with my dad. It’s sort of exciting, because I’m starting to learn how to take photos without a photography class. So far this has been my most productive summer vacation ever and it’s only been a little over two weeks. I’ve been writing like mad, exploring my neighborhood, and, wait… something is missing. Oh yeah, didn’t I promise myself that I would get some volunteer hours done this summer? Shh shh, I’ll think about it some other time…

But seriously, I started this project that was inspired by The Time Traveler’s Wife. In the book it’s structured sort of like a series of short stories that are loosely chronologically ordered. For me I wanted to do a similar thing, but this time have them fly all over the grid. As you continue reading, more is explained and more makes sense, but in a way that’s more interesting than if I wrote about the time span from start to finish (which is about five years). It’s sort of a risk, but it sure is fun to write. It eliminates that part of writing where you don’t know what happens next, but you know what happens in the future. It’s like you’re picking out the interesting bits and putting them together into a literary collage.

I think it’s pretty cool at least. Until next time 😉


Super Sweet Blogging Award

I went on the computer for the first time in days just a few minutes ago (no, I wasn’t avoiding y’all) and was pleasantly surprised to find that I was nominated for the Super Sweet Blogging Award by Storytime With Buffy. Thanks a bunch, Buffy. The whole thing reminds me of tags on Youtube. Youtubers will complete a number of questions and then tag a few people that they want to see answer the same questions. But in this case it’s also someone bravely calling out to you in the darkness of cyberspace and saying, “You’re awesome!”. So I thought I would spread the love.

The Super Sweet Blogging Award


Being nominated means I have some responsibility.

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Answer 5 Super Sweet questions. These can be found down below.
  3. Include the Super Sweet Blogging Award in your blog post.
  4. Nominate a baker’s dozen (13) other deserving bloggers. (Pssst…some do less and nothing bad happens.)
  5. Notify your Super Sweet nominees on their blog.



1. Cookies or Cake? Both? Cookies. I can eat enough cookies to burst my stomach, but cake? Not so much. It normally makes me feel sick. Just thinking about the birthdays from my childhood, with dry confetti cake covered in sugar icing, gives me a migraine. (Cheesecake is an exception).
2. Chocolate or Vanilla? If I ever have to choose between the two I’ll probably go for chocolate. Chocolate cake, chocolate milk, chocolate shakes. But if I want to change it up a bit with things that are stereotypically chocolate, I’ll have vanilla.
3. Favorite Sweet Treat? Ice cream. Or anything cold and sweet for that matter. I especially like pralines and cream ice cream in a waffle cone.
4. When Do You Crave Sweet Things The Most? When I’ve only been eating vegetables for the past week. It works the other way around to.
5. Sweet Nick Name? Pumpkin Girl. I don’t know, ask my mom.





So I know the instructions allowed for less but I only have five. Hehe. Oh well, these bloggers are awesome so check them out!

Independence Day

Happy Independence day to all of you Americans out there! I personally don’t celebrate the holiday but Canada day is only three days before so I still get to see some fireworks. Seeing as most of my audience is American I thought I’d celebrate a little.

What is there to say today? My friend, Anne will be staying at my house for the next 4 days. That’s pretty significant for anyone. But for me that’s just unheard of. I barely have my friends at my house as it is so 4 days is, well, it’s something. I was cleaning most of yesterday. And if I wasn’t cleaning I was probably lying on the couch dreading when I would have to get up and clean again. Or maybe I would be standing in front of the new air conditioner or scrolling down my Tumblr dashboard. It’s never been so cold in my house. (After a quick check I’ve found that my house is actually currently at a whopping 26° C.)

So it’s basically been pretty boring. But let’s make a toast to freedom and watch our metaphorical beer slosh as we light metaphorical red and blue fireworks. Happy Independence day to all!



The Cabin

It turns out that I stayed at Anne’s cabin a bit longer than I had anticipated. I said I’d be coming back on Sunday, but I only came back today, Monday. It was great but I’m glad to be home. Anne’s family definitely doesn’t function like mine does and after a while, I really need a break.

The camp, situated by a sparkling lake and filled with retro buses and Christmas lights, was a German settlement that was overrun by Canadians. Let’s call it the German Camp. It’s always filled with the sound of country music and fireworks. A safe, woodsy, runaway village that is sure to calm the mind from the city life. That is, if you’re with the right people. Anne and her family are great, but they’re like pizza. You just can’t eat it all the time because you’ll get sick of it. Life with them is never quiet, never calm, always bickering. That’s how they like. For me it’s just stressful.

On the bright side of things, it was lots of fun. We went to the beach and I got a tan. I finished reading The Time Traveler’s Wife, an absolutely amazing book that I recommend entirely. We watched fireworks on the beach and roasted marshmallows. I also wrote a lot, surprising myself because I’d anticipated not having time to write at all. But Anne is a writer too so we talked about our books and sat in concentrated silence together, working on our novels.

It was fun to finally get out. It’s great to be back. It’s finally June. exactly two months and three days left of summer. I’d better use it wisely.

I Woke Up At 4 In The Morning And Called The Police

This morning I woke to cussing outside my window. Just someone screaming, ‘F*CK YOU!’ in the alley. Or at least that’s what it sounded like. This isn’t unusual in my neighborhood. It’s not a very rough place, but it isn’t surprising to hear a rowdy young man screaming something at a friend late at night. 

I knew something was wrong when he kept cussing. Even more disturbing, I could hear furniture being thrown across a room. I looked at the clock. Five minutes had passed since I’d been woken up and I looked out of the window. There wasn’t anyone in the alley but I could still hear the screams. The next words shocked me.

“Kill me. I dare you to kill me. I dare you.”

Scared, I woke up my mom, who sleeps beside me. There was a fight across the street, I told her. So she called 911. Five minutes later they were there, four squad cars. You would think they wouldn’t have the need for more than one but they’d dealt with this guy before. He was a menace. Last time it took four police men to take him down. 

Needless to say, all the neighbors were awake and peeking through their blinds, trying to find the source of the commotion. The man was taken from the house in cuffs about twenty minutes after mom called the police. 

Meanwhile the birds were chirping and the sun was rising. What a beautiful start to a beautiful day.

On a better note it was my brother’s graduation today! Congratulations, Quincy, on passing a milestone in your life!

My Strangest Dream

While I wait for my clothes to dry I thought I’d tell you guys about the weirdest thing I’ve ever dreamed.

The strangest dream I’ve ever had was a couple years back. I was in third person, which is unusual for a dream, and watching a girl. She lives in a town where everyone really likes trail mix, that’s all I know about her. When I first see her she is chasing a boy through a field. The boy has her friend’s water bottle, which he stole from the girl in question, and this girl doesn’t want to lose something her friend graciously lent to her.

There’s a barn up ahead so he runs into it. In the center is a wooden stair case that spirals down into a black abyss. He runs down until darkness is about to swallow him and then he accidentally drops the bottle over the edge. The girl is furious and she stomps up the stairs. Now the barn is a vintage apartment building and an old woman is waiting for them. She tells them that if they lost something in the abyss, to come back at dinner with a present for her husband. Whoever brings the better present will be given the water bottle.

So they both come back, the girl with her best Lulu Lemon sweater to give to the old man. She’s sure that she has beaten the boy and is even more convinced when she sees that he’s brought a giant gummy worm that’s deformed and dusty. But the old man picks the candy. The girl leaves, raging about how unfair it is, and the boy stays to be lead to the water bottle. The girl goes home, where she looks out the window at the sky. In the dream it looks strange, like a million tie dye ponds of purple, turquoise, pink. Even the girl thinks this was odd, although she is in dream land. Over the horizon she could see the silhouette of the the barn against the sky. Then all at once, a hand reaches up from the barn and pulls down the moon. The girl knows something is wrong and she runs back to the house.

She gets to the house just in time to jump on a roller coaster like contraption, riding on a single metal strip that winds up and around the barn. There is the old man and the boy from earlier. The sky is still in tie dye colours and the moon is gone. There are also giant safety pins hanging on the metal strip and gnomes on the roof.

All of a sudden it’s dark. But as my eyes adjust (yes, now it’s me), I realize where I am. I’m in my elementary school gymnasium. Someone has turned off the lights and it’s almost completely dark, except for a faint glow that meant they were slowly booting back up. But what was really strange was that the room was filled with young girls dressed in bumblebee costumes. They were all chasing us.

Somehow I knew they were dangerous, so I ran for my life. For some reason though, I decided it would be a good idea to take a quick washroom break. The change room (also a washroom) had a long line up. Everyone in the line was one of the killer bees outside. But we all waited patiently for our turn nevertheless. As I waited for my turn that’s when I woke up.

I remember it was so strange and vivid, all of it still fresh in my mind, that I got up at 3 am and wrote it down as fast as I could. If anyone is good at dream interpretations, I’d love to hear what you think of this one, because it still perplexes me years later.

What are some strange dreams you have had?